The house was confiscated at the beginning, so I evacuated my enemy's house to escape.

It was at this moment that everyone focused their attention on Yan Ci, whose face was as pale as paper and lying weakly on Feng Jiuyan's back. Only then did everyone realize that Yanci's situation seemed to be very bad.

So, everyone took action one after another. You pulled me up and helped me, and carefully carried the inkstone onto the donkey cart. Although their movements were a little panicked, they were full of concern and anxiety.

Meng Liang stood not far away, staring at Feng Jiuyan's back with dark eyes.

The prisoners and officers may not know it, but he knows it.

Last night's killer was sent by Mr. Mo!

He found wolf totem patterns on the corpses of those killers.

Meng Liang guessed that perhaps he had been unable to find out the whereabouts of Black Feather Ling. Mr. Mo was so anxious that he sent a killer directly to investigate.

If this situation continues, if he fails to provide useful clues to Mr. Mo, he may be abandoned by them.

Thinking of this, Meng Liang was extremely anxious.

What should we do? He was at a loss.

On the other side, after Yan Ci was carried into the donkey cart by Zhang Chong and others, Feng Jiuyan was about to get out of the donkey cart with him, but who knew that he was directly pushed back by Mrs. Feng.

"Ayan, why are you running around? Stay in the carriage and have a rest. You didn't sleep all night last night. Look at you, your face is so pale." Mrs. Feng said distressedly.

Feng Jiuyan glanced at Yan Ci lying in the carriage, and then at his mother, with a little surprise in her eyes.

According to ancient regulations, men and women aged seven years old were not allowed to sit on separate seats, but her mother actually let her and Yanci stay in the carriage!

As a modern soul, she didn't mind this, but her mother's words surprised her.

Mrs. Feng instantly understood what her daughter meant. She looked stagnant and a little annoyed, "Hey, look at me, I care about you and let you rest, but I forgot about this. Let Ali stay with you, and the rest are not as important as you."

Feng Jiuyan's heart felt like a hot spring flowing slowly, and bursts of warmth arose. Her mother, who came from a distinguished family, had been familiar with the "Commandments for Women" since she was a child, and had upheld the principle of self-denial and propriety throughout her life.

However, in her mother's mind, when her body and etiquette faced each other, her mother did not hesitate to put her in the most important position.

"Okay, I listen to grandma." Feng Jiuyan said softly, with a bright smile on her face. That smile was like the brightest sunshine in spring, which could dispel all the gloom.

From this, Feng Jiuyan and Feng Jiuli stayed in the carriage to rest.

The breakfast was cooked by Zhang Chong and several others. They knew that Feng Jiuyan had experienced a thrilling experience last night, and in order to let her rest for a while, they did not disturb her. They silently took on the task of preparing breakfast, allowing Feng Jiuyan to rest peacefully and regain her strength.

After breakfast, several people quickly packed their bags. Not long after, the officials announced that they would continue on their way.

Feng Jiuyan sat in the carriage, opened the small window, and stared at Qiao Ping walking beside her mother. Her eyes were burning, as if she wanted to see through Qiao Ping.

Time goes back a quarter of an hour.

Originally, the carriage of the donkey cart was quite spacious, with some daily necessities and other supplies placed on it. The remaining space was just enough for Feng Jiuyan's family of three to rest comfortably.

However, now there is a long-legged and long-armed Yanci lying in the carriage, which makes the originally spacious space suddenly become narrower. Now it can only accommodate two people at most.

Seeing this situation, Mrs. Feng chose to walk.

She felt sorry for her daughter and resolutely let her stay in the donkey cart to rest. She also asked her youngest son to accompany her, for fear that her daughter would be gossiped about.

And how could Song Ning and Song Chen, the brother and sister, bear to let Mrs. Feng walk like this. So, they proposed to free up the carriage shaft and let Mrs. Feng sit on it. After all, it was much better to sit on the carriage shaft than to plod along with her legs.

However, Mrs. Feng politely declined their kindness. The reason she gave was that she had been in the carriage for too long and her body had become very stiff. She wanted to get down and move around to relax her body.

Feng Jiuyan had no choice but to accept her mother's arrangement and reluctantly stayed in the donkey cart.

Therefore, there is this scene in front of me.

Feng Jiuyan looked at Qiao Ping with a deep look. She knew her mother's plan very well. She knew that the reason why her mother did this was probably to get close to Qiao Ping and to take the opportunity to test him.

She also knew that her mother knew her father well enough that by getting close to Qiao Ping, she could search for some clues. This was also the fastest way to find out Qiao Ping's identity.

However, when she looked at the scene in front of her of the two people chatting happily, why did she feel a little dazzled?

If Qiao Ping is not her biological father, shouldn't Qiao Ping take advantage of her?

She doesn't want an unknown person like Qiao Ping to be her stepfather!

At this moment, a flash of light suddenly flashed in Feng Jiuyan's mind, and she clearly remembered what her mother had said. Immediately afterwards, she moved very quickly, taking out a small package of modern cakes carefully wrapped in oil paper from her sleeves, actually from her space, and then handed it into Feng Jiuli's hands.

"Ali, take this bag of snacks to Grandma. Oh, by the way, take this water bag too." Feng Jiuyan said softly.

"Okay, sister, I'll go now." Feng Jiuli responded obediently, then took the water bag and the bag of small cakes, jumped off the donkey cart briskly, and trotted all the way to Mrs. Feng's side.

Feng Jiuyan watched from a distance and saw Feng Jiuli handing the small cake and water bag into her mother's hands. The little guy's mouth kept moving, as if he was talking to his mother.

A soft smile appeared on Mrs. Feng's lips, and she touched Feng Jiuli's little head lovingly. Then, Feng Jiuli grinned, showing her white and neat teeth, and ran back towards the donkey cart happily.

"Sister, sister, I gave the things to grandma. But, sister, what kind of snack is that? I haven't eaten it yet." As he said that, the little guy licked the corners of his lips unconsciously, eyes flashing It's all longing.

"Hehehe, little greedy cat, my sister has kept it for you a long time ago." Feng Jiuyan took out an oil paper bag from her arms.

Feng Jiuli hurriedly took the oil paper bag and opened it carefully. She saw two small round cakes lying quietly on the oil paper. He couldn't wait to pick one up with his fingers, quickly put it into his mouth, and said while chewing: "Well, sister, how are these pastries made? It's so good."

"This, hehehe, is made of eggs." Feng Jiuyan's eyes flickered and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.